Too Many Chickens

I was watching a commercial on one of those chick oriented mostly movie channels the other night. It was for a movie about this young girl and a horse, and it looked like it might be good for filling some thought-free time. Well, turns out it is about a doll! I know there are a lot of movies out there about story book…cartoon…or comic book characters, but at least the majority of them (other than the super heroes) are animated. I started wondering about this doll and how she rated a movie of her own when I had no idea who she was. I was amazed to find out that she was only one in a collection of these feminine film stars. Most of you probably already know about them, but I was amazed and disturbed at the same time. They sell for an outragous amount of money, and have all sorts of clothing and furniture for each one. This furniture costs as much or more than my own eclectic shabby chic garage sale furnishings, and her clothes are far more expensive than my large discount department store designer apparel. I do not intend to offend any one with my opinion, but the disturbing part for me was the fact that they all come with their own story…a past history…relatives…everything!!! Now I could be wrong (it has happened a few times..lol) but to me, they seem to be created for spoiled little rich girls who are to lazy to use their own imagination. Why would they want someone to script ever aspect of their play time? More importantly why would they need it? I guess I am a little more of an independent thinker than some (I have been called strong willed…stubborn…and even ocasionally rebellious), but if I were playiing with one of these demure divas I know I couldn’t stay with the story line even if I tried…which I am pretty sure I wouldn’t. I hate to seem cliche’ but here goes…… I remember back when my siblings and I were young, we didn’t sit around bored waiting for something for entertain us, we went outside and entertained ourselves. I was still young when the Beatles hit the scene and the thing about them that stuck in my head was the place they were from. I used to spend hours of the day pulling my sister around in our little red wagon from our house to Liverland…you know…the place where those loud singin guys are from. We made soo many trips back and forth that if we had been getting frequent puller miles we could still be enjoying free travel abroad. I always had mud pies which I prepared before hand. I would put them on rocks along our path…baking in the sun…so they would be ready for her lunch. We grew concord grapes so I would add those to her snack pies and I mixed earthworms in the ones for her main meal. (Hey, protien and fruit are important parts of your diet even when you’re world travelers) And yes, I did really feed them to her even if she still swears she never ate them but in my defense I was only five years old. Anyway, we didn’t need to spend a thousand dollars for a doll…clothes…furniture and a prepared story line to follow. We had a fantastic time creating our own storys…at least I did..she may have suffered occasionally from unexplained stomach aches.

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